The rain didn’t stop all at once—
it just gave up slowly,
like even the sky got tired of carrying too much.
Last night was loud.
Not just thunder,
but the kind of ache
that rattles more than windows.
I barely slept.
Everything felt too close,
too heavy,
too much.
But then morning showed up
anyway.
Didn’t knock.
Didn’t need to.
Just stretched herself across the sky
like nothing had happened,
painting the pavement gold
where puddles used to tremble.
And for a second—
I forgot to brace.
I stood still.
Watched light drip down leaves,
spill across tired rooftops,
kiss the edges of everything left standing.
Sunrise: nature’s daily reminder
that brighter skies are ahead.
The world didn’t magically get better.
Nothing was solved.
But somehow,
it hurt a little less
under all that light.
Maybe it’s not about fixing.
Maybe it’s just about finding
a softer way to hold it all.
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Comments (4)
Some powerful lines, those first three really set the tone. Great entry!
Oh goodness. This floored me a little. I totally relate to the sentiment and that last line is beautiful. Sums up sometimes what life can be like. Just holding it all in, moving despite things not being "right" or even "good" sometimes. Beautiful writing, Annie!
I love this Annie! Such beautiful writing!
This is how you make every morning magical - with words like yours. Great work, Annie! I enjoyed reading it.